Today I celebrate the young people in Ferguson and all the cities that just want to stay alive.
I celebrate the exhausted journalists and activists of color for writing, commentating, being on the front lines of atrocity after atrocity that others refuse to see.
I celebrate for Henrietta Lacks , the victims of The Tuskegee experiments and all those whose bodies continue to be used for advancements in modern science.
I celebrate the Civil Rights leaders that gave us a template to build on, the ones that died so we could go to restaurants and drink from the same water fountains.
I celebrate the 3 Black lesbians that created #BlackLivesMatter.
I celebrate the Girls Scout Troop that sent the money back after a donor said they couldn’t use it for Trans girls and they raised 3 times more after.
I celebrate my Mexican and Latinx homies for organizing their dollars, their voting power, and their people to run Donald Trump into the ground and showing it can be done.
I celebrate Dominicans that speak out AGAINST the deportation and genocide of Haitian born Dominicans.
I celebrate my Haitian ancestry, my grandparents, and the fighting spirit I am divinely endowed with.
I celebrate my friends that create safe spaces to speak, be sad, be angry, be loved.
ALL on this July 4th.
These are the people who give me free.